I went bar hopping! Umm...what???
Friday after work, I met some co-workers and friends at Natty Greenes for a beer, a sandwhich, and a fond adieu to one of the best things that ever happened to my workplace. (Which explains why he isn't here anymore.) Good is rewarded, bad is tolerated, really bad is rewarded, really good is actively punished. These are politicians I work for not rocket scientist obviously. That however is a complaint about work, and I don't complain about work here, that's why god invented Karoke bars, and happy hour.
At any rate, Friday much to my surprise parts of downtown Greensboro were shut down for a holiday street festival complete with antler hats and live music. My walk to the YWCA from Natty Greenes was very festive, my only regret was that I couldn't stand around and listen more.
Then I had another terrific night of fencing! Nothing cures a bad day like an evening of fencing. Afterwards I found myself catching back up with the remainer of the first group at the Flat Iron, I had a beer and chatted with people I like. It was very pleasant. Someone suggested we leave the Flat Iron and go catch a blues band playing at the Blind Tiger, so off Sara and Woody go.
No one of our group ever joined us but we got to see Cyril Lance, and that was quite a treat. It was Sara, myself, a group of frat boys participating in homo-erotic behavior, the band, and the audience there specifically to see the band. The most interesting part of all of this was the fact that the audience was older than the members of the band. I always believed that you probably had have some years on you to have the life experiences enough to really sing and play the blues. These 30somethings proved that either they had some pretty tramatic childhoods through college, or the blues is nothing more than a state of mind.
Third bar, third beer, one night. Doesn't that count as bar hopping? I always thought that bar hopping was something one did while in college that I had managed to miss out on entirely. Maybe, but I am willing to let myself off on a technicality. Since I never graduated in the nine years I was a full time student, and I'm still on a college campus five days a week I must still count. This is excellent news! Now I can go back and do all of the things that I saw in Animal House.
Ok, I'm going to need an extention ladder, a shopping cart...this is going to be GREAT!
